and inside this formless void you will find a new voice with which to speak.

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As the me of your memory melts,

like not quite white fallen snow

laying bare the groundless ground

on which all can tread without trace,

know that all you are is the knowing of knowing.

– Now look inwardly, and see there is no enemy named he or she there is no you there is no me, there is only this perfectly present moment.

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And all are headless.

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I take my inspiration from this extract found in, Kevin Crossley-Holland’s book ‘The Norse Myths’

“Odin took Mimir’s head and cradled it. he smeared it with herbs to preserve it, so that it would never decay. And then the High One sang charms over it and gave back to Mimir’s head the power of speech. So its wisdom became Odin’s wisdom – many truths unknown to any other being.”

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Waste

by Eleanor Perry

MP3 to come

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Asgard

by Jim C. Mackintosh

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Shh! Close your eyes.Open your mind.

Do you believe? Do you believe in the Gods?In the Gods that surround you,Embracing your thoughts, shaping your dreamsIn the confused, nibbled edge of the rainbowBrilliant, then at once dissolved into the clouds,Lost to our perception but never ending, to bindIts ribbon’d flames on to the lush plains of AsgardBeyond our reach, unless you believe – do you?

Do you believe?In the distance, those wise mountains, we hold in awe,Yet they’re nothing more than the quarried odds, For the walls of Asgard hewn from the depths byThe rock giant condemned by Thor’s mighty blow,His skull scattered amongst the scree in fragmentsEchoing in ravines and gulley’s at the thunderousCrack of Mjollnir – the Hammer of Thor, the sparksOf fury scored across our world as lightning.

Do you believe?That gentle stroke of honeyed breezeOut of nothing, brushing past our innocenceOn a calm summer’s day – pulling at your senses,Sleipnir has passed you quietly by – its silver maneCatching your attention but for a moment – then goneFor Odin, his Master has business beyond our visionIn the lands of the ForgottenIn the Halls of the Slain – in Valhalla.

Do you believe?Lost in the golden sparkleOf a million tealights dancing Across the rippled sea, to the horizonEach one a teardrop lost from the curveOf Freyja’s immeasurable beauty – a glimpseOf her solitude, exposed brieflyTo our mortal greed then goneFor Odin will not allow it – nobodyHolds the fragrant beauty of Freyja close but him.

Do you believe?In the columned pines that tilt and moanIn the storms yet hold the weight of AsgardBeyond our understanding – the watersThat seep as rain from the Well of Urd throughClouds folding and masking the horizonWhich we cannot reach unless we believeIn the Realm of Asgard, in all of the Nine Realms Bound in the sinewed embrace of Yggdrasill’s roots.

So, do you believe?In the Gods that exist in you, that become you.Open your eyes. Live in your mind.Welcome to Asgard – where the journey begins.The journey that never ends, unless your mindStops for breath, believe me, believe yourself.We must go now.We have far to travel.Much has happened.Much has yet to be remembered..

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Rainbow Keeper

by Carol Robson

(Heimdallr)

Born of nine nourished in fertility of thy mother earth, washed – cleansed, in wave after wave of brine and blood.

Guardian gatekeeper, ever watchful in sight and sound. Deceiver so big, changing to, another RIG. Nemesis for good, this giant he stood.

Rainbow sentinel so proud, bearer of horn, so loud. His sword to flash for enemies to crash.

Asgard protected down the ages, depicted in so many pages. In mythology, he’s in the A-list Although in Stargate he was a Geneticist.

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